What Is the Source of Your Inspiration?
INSPIRATION IS CALLING
Q: What Is the Source of Your Inspiration?
A: I love this question. It makes me want to get really close to the inner layers of this beautiful diamond of inquiry and burrow myself deeply into the answer. And ultimately there is only one true response for me. As soon as this question is posed, I begin to feel sensations ignite throughout my body, my hair stands on end and then radiates with latent energy that is awakened as if suddenly called to attention. I feel warmth, I feel excitement, and almost a touch of shyness at the same time as if spirit is flirting with me. I feel as if I am on the cusp between life and death and that truth is just about to pour out across my tongue and into the world.
This past week has been extraordinary for me for so many reasons and I wonder how it has been for you. The recent full moon in Aries on the 29th of September did not disappoint in bringing forth new energy and ushering in an almost psychedelic portal of being-ness even in the most sober of atmospheres. For others, I know it ruffled feathers and exposed challenges that have risen to the surface with almost violent eruptions calling for urgent attention. However this full moon illuminated your days, we begin October riding on the wake of the reflected Libran light across her face (the moon). Eclipse season beckons and the curtains of the cosmic theater have been pulled open.
ANGELS ON EARTH
Ps I met angels this week. They’ve already changed my life just by me knowing they exist, and maybe “met’ isn’t the actual word because my soul already knows them. And truly angels are my people, my home, my safe place, my reality. Those who love God, who feel into the presence of true reality, who are in love with the in-between of now and then, those who can stretch time, leap into the poetry of spaciousness and art, redefine the impossible, and re-source the juiciness of every morsel of every moment. Thank you, I love you!
And another angel of whom I had the most incredible fortune to spend time with is a dear sister of my heart. She is radiance en vivo. She embodies the divine just as a sparkle reflects the sun. The everything and everywhere of me flutters in total joy in her presence. She is a mirror, a sister who comes from where I am from. In her reflection, I am brought home and there is no better gift than that for me. Our remembrance was immediate, we weave words of prayer in ecstasy and touch the light of God together. How wonderful to know such a being with whom I can be my radically devoted self. Our friendship is a gem that exists outside of time and so rarely do we see each other in the flesh. And there are no barriers to connection.
CHANGE IS HERE
For many days in the past few weeks, I have sought refuge under a weighted blanket borrowed from a dear friend to hold me down to the earth. I have felt the pulsation of change blowing through me at such a pace of change that I can hardly keep my feet on the earth. Ungrounded is one way of describing my sensation, and yet, I am in communion and anchored to the rock within me. Change. It is radical. Gail force winds permeating through every cell igniting new perspectives, new choices, new directions, new energies, new frequencies, new relationships, new possibilities, new invitations, new prayers, new focus, new livelihood, new insights, new emotions, new inspiration.
Inspiration. To breathe in and inspire. To inhale new life. From where does new life come? I feel it forming as the lava of my mind cools into fresh new earth upon which buds of vibrant spring green grass sprout into celebration. Everything is possible. Even life after death, the rebirth that follows the agony of the unknown, the nourishment after walking through the desert without so much as your faith to help you and even then having to remember to breathe as the very source of life itself. Breath. Life. Inspiration. Thank you God, thank you.
All my best to you and please receive the piece of my heart that lives inside these words.
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